A Dramatized Version of What Happened to A Single Pilot on a Normal Day
Posted: 2008-05-22 11:06
It was 3:36 PM, May 20th, 2008, during the battle for Qling. As I was going through my final checklist, getting ready to fly my Apache out of here, I thought to myself, "I hope I make it back home alive." I started up the rotors on the helicopter. As the chopper slowly lifted off the ground, and as dust flew around the area, and as repairmen took cover, I pushed the stick forward, and was on my way. About 30 miles out, coincidentally, I looked to the right, and BAM! Out of nowhere, a jet comes flying towards me. I didn't have time to think, with my RWR system going off the hook, I grabbed my radio, and sent a mayday signal to the tower, pushed off the chopper's canopy, and hopped out. Two missles hit the helicopter, which caused an explosion which nearly killed me. I pulled my parachute, and at relatively unsafe speeds, spiraled down towards the ground. I touched down. As soon as I hit the ground, I screamed in pain. I patched my open wounds up, and, with my radio still intact, called to the tower for an airlift back to base, but then I heard something. I muted my radio. "Is it a truck? Or is it a tank? No, it has to be a truck." And there it was, on my 12, a truck full of infantry, surely looking around in hopes of killing me. I bolted for bushes, as they scoured the error looking for any trace of me. Luckily, they did not succeed.
Five hours had passed since I had crashed. At that moment, I looked up, only to see an allied Apache helicopter using his hellfire on both the troops, and the truck. They all died. I threw my red smoke grenade, to signal to him where I was. He landed, opened the canopy, and simply stated, "Hop in!". It was the commander himself. I quickly repacked my parachute, in case any other trouble were to arise, and got in the helicopter, closed and locked the canopy. On our ride there, the rotor had some engine trouble. The commander yelled "bail out!", he opened the canopy, and we both jumped out, hoping that we would live. We opened our chute at a safe height, and came down smoothly. Only 8 miles from the base at that moment, the commander called for a ground-based pickup. The command post replied, and sent a Humvee our way. We both sat down. He opened his water container, panting, drank a bit, and passed it to me. I was as thirsty as could be. I finished the bottle in a few seconds. That still didn't quench my thirst. "Gee, you must be thirsty", the commander stated seeming surprised. "... So, do you think we'll make it back to base alive?" I said. "Yeahhh, I wouldn't worry abou-". A spray of bullets shot at the commander, knocking him in the head, and killing him almost instantly. I observed his broken helmet only to see that the result wasn't a cause of infantry, but the cause of an AA tank.
Only a few milliseconds had passed since he had been shot, but it seemed like an eternity. I looked to the right.. Blackout. Everything went black. I was sure I was dead. From what I was told after the incident, a few moments after that AA tank shot at me, the rescue crew arrived, and took out the tank. They brought me back to base, and dropped me off in the medical tent. I was alive. I had only suffered a broken arm, and and foot. The commander on the other hand, faced death. I was not told this until moments after I woke up, after the surgery they had done on me. But I was alive. The two weeks proceeding, I was discharged do to injury in battle. I was finally going home.. The place where I belonged. On the ride back home, I thought to myself, "I hope the other soldiers out there don't suffer the same fate as the commander.."
The End.
This actually sorta happened. The AA tank killing the commander actually happened, but I died as well in reality. I was asking that question to him during chat though, when I was killed. Also, there was only one chopper ride. I escaped and lived. The commander never really picked me up, but I happened to parachute down to an area where the commander was. There were also no infantry looking for me. Instead, it appeared to be a squad of our allied soldiers camping outside of the coal mine. Not sure what else to say. The end... again.
Five hours had passed since I had crashed. At that moment, I looked up, only to see an allied Apache helicopter using his hellfire on both the troops, and the truck. They all died. I threw my red smoke grenade, to signal to him where I was. He landed, opened the canopy, and simply stated, "Hop in!". It was the commander himself. I quickly repacked my parachute, in case any other trouble were to arise, and got in the helicopter, closed and locked the canopy. On our ride there, the rotor had some engine trouble. The commander yelled "bail out!", he opened the canopy, and we both jumped out, hoping that we would live. We opened our chute at a safe height, and came down smoothly. Only 8 miles from the base at that moment, the commander called for a ground-based pickup. The command post replied, and sent a Humvee our way. We both sat down. He opened his water container, panting, drank a bit, and passed it to me. I was as thirsty as could be. I finished the bottle in a few seconds. That still didn't quench my thirst. "Gee, you must be thirsty", the commander stated seeming surprised. "... So, do you think we'll make it back to base alive?" I said. "Yeahhh, I wouldn't worry abou-". A spray of bullets shot at the commander, knocking him in the head, and killing him almost instantly. I observed his broken helmet only to see that the result wasn't a cause of infantry, but the cause of an AA tank.
Only a few milliseconds had passed since he had been shot, but it seemed like an eternity. I looked to the right.. Blackout. Everything went black. I was sure I was dead. From what I was told after the incident, a few moments after that AA tank shot at me, the rescue crew arrived, and took out the tank. They brought me back to base, and dropped me off in the medical tent. I was alive. I had only suffered a broken arm, and and foot. The commander on the other hand, faced death. I was not told this until moments after I woke up, after the surgery they had done on me. But I was alive. The two weeks proceeding, I was discharged do to injury in battle. I was finally going home.. The place where I belonged. On the ride back home, I thought to myself, "I hope the other soldiers out there don't suffer the same fate as the commander.."
The End.
This actually sorta happened. The AA tank killing the commander actually happened, but I died as well in reality. I was asking that question to him during chat though, when I was killed. Also, there was only one chopper ride. I escaped and lived. The commander never really picked me up, but I happened to parachute down to an area where the commander was. There were also no infantry looking for me. Instead, it appeared to be a squad of our allied soldiers camping outside of the coal mine. Not sure what else to say. The end... again.